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A Hall in CAPULET'S House.
The CAPULETS, LADIES, GUESTS, and MASKERS are discovered.-Music plays.
Cap. Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies, that have your feet
Unplagu'd with corns, we'll have a bout with you. Who'll now deny to dance? She, that makes dainty, I'll swear hath corns.
Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, &c.
Welcome all, gentlemen; I've seen the day
Doth enrich the hand of yonder gentleman ?
Ben. I do.
Rom. Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
I'll wait her to her place,
And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand.
Tib. This, by his voice, should be a Montague,
What, dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my race,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Cap. Why how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you thus?
Tib. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
Tib. That villain, Romeo.
Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
Cap. He shall be endur'd.
Be quiet, cousin, or I'll make you quiet.—
Tib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their difference. I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
[Exit TIBALT. Rom. If I profane, with my unworthy hand,
[To JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. [Kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much.
For palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.
Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips, that they must use in prayer. Rom. Thus then, dear saint, let lips put up their
Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with
Mer. What is her mother?
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
Mer. Is she a Capulet?
Romeo, let's begone, the sport is over.
Rom. Ay, so I fear, the more is my mishap.
[Exit. Jul. Come hither, Nurse-What is yon gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
[Exit BEN. Jul. What's he, that is now a-going out of door? Nurse. That, as I think, is young Mercutio.
Jul. What's he, that follows
Nurse. I know not.
[Exit MER. [Exit ROMEO.
Jul. Go, ask his name. If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.
Jul. My only love, sprung from my only hate! Too early seen, unknown! and known too late. Nurse. What's this? what's this!
Jul. A rhyme I learn'd e'en now,
Of one I talk'd withal.
Nurse. Come, let's away, the strangers are all gone.
ACT THE SECOND.
Enter BENVOLIO, with MERCUTIO.
Ben. Romeo, my cousin Romeo.
Mer. He is wise,
And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall.
Call, good Mercutio.
Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.
Why, Romeo! humour! madman! passion! lover!
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfy'd.
Ben. And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
I conjure only but to raise him up.
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself amongst these
To be consorted with the hum'rous night.
Mer. Romeo, good night; I'll to my truckle bed, This field bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Come, shall we go ?
Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound-But soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
It is my lady-Oh, it is my love!
Oh that she knew she were!
JULIET appears above, at a Window.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Rom. She speaks, she speaks!
Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art